They've made the choice easy for you. Now, you don't have to choose among all the styles of plastic boxes or different sizes of bags. Voila! (One might have to think a little longer for an explantation if you're going for the baggies, however. It's probably rarer that people go into Target on date night in search of that specific bag size, and on sighting it in a date night aisle are so overjoyed that they decide to add the Goldfish to seal the bargain? In that case, maybe licorice All-sorts --pink and white jimmies would've snagged me.

So *that's* where I can find a date in this otherwise bar-only town! Awesome! Why didn't I think of that?! Now I have another excuse to go to Target. This could prove quite dangerous for my bank account. ;-)

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